Something to be grateful in the years to come: she has never been able to doubt his intentions when they've taken each other to bed, whether it was during a planned game (with each fulfilling a role) or something improvised and primal. It's hard to claim distrust, when you let a person in this much.

Considering how wild their trysts have been in the past, it had never occured to her to think that he didn't want every second of it. Loki wanting her was never in doubt - and in moments like these, Sif wanting him was unquestionable.

"Feel me...what?" She is breathless, but has enough willpower, enough drive, to get a few words in, between the heavy panting and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. "Feel me come?"

She sinks her fingers into his hair, and pulls him back from her neck, to meet his eyes, a fire behind hers. "Make me, then - take what's yours."